Fusheng patiently explained: "The living are not allowed to enter the Yellow Spring, the poor monk is a mortal body, if you want to enter the Yellow Spring, you naturally have to pay a price, not to deliberately deceive the donor." ”

I scoffed, "You have more reasons than the white impermanence's complaints!" ”

Fusheng still smiled and didn't refute, he said, "Flower donor, now are you willing to take out the treasures you got in the Qiankun Array for the poor monk to see?" ”

I choked and frowned, "I didn't get anything." ”

"And what you said that day......

Before he could finish speaking, I interrupted him and said, "I said it casually." Why, if you are allowed to lie to me, I will not be allowed to lie to you? ”

"Ugh." Fusheng shook his head helplessly, as if he was looking at an unreasonable child, and I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

"Now I can only take one step at a time." Fusheng said.

I was puzzled and asked, "You said before that this is the birthplace of Sister Meng Po, why are we here?" ”

"Writing 'Floating Life.'" After the words fell, he turned to look at the mist-shrouded mountain, and was about to leave.

"Stinky monk! Wait! I hurriedly called him to stop, and when I saw him turn around, I continued: "This girl has a broken foot, she can't walk, you carry me!" ”

"This ......" Fusheng looked embarrassed and said: "Men and women don't kiss, and the flower donor is not embarrassed by the poor monk." ”

"This girl is a demon, have you ever heard that demons are divided into men and women? Besides, don't you monks often say that your family is compassionate, lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust, what's wrong with me, and there will be no shortage of meat! ”

Fusheng sighed and said, "In this way, the poor monk is narrow-minded. ”

With that, he took out a cloak from behind him, fastened it, came to me, and crouched down with his back to me.

I pursed my lips, slowly leaned on his back, and said, "Let's go." ”

Fusheng said goodbye and carried me up the mountain.

As a demon, this little injury naturally can't bother me, but I just don't want him to feel better! Thinking like this, I secretly pinched the trick, and sure enough, I heard a muffled snort, and the originally brisk pace became heavy.

I thought that Fusheng would throw me straight down, but I didn't expect him to walk up the hill step by step with heavy steps.

I asked, "Smelly monk, where are we going?" ”

Fusheng said: "The top of the mountain." Sweat slid down his cheeks.

"This mountain is so high, why don't you take it into the air, how slow you walk." I said slowly, typical lying on my stomach and talking without back pain.

"Huh." Fusheng smiled meaninglessly, and said slowly: "Can the flower donor give this spell away?" ”

I buried my head behind his back and said weakly, "What spell? I didn't do anything! "I didn't admit it, but I secretly gave it away. He walked step by step like this, probably because he wanted me to dissipate my anger, and I suddenly felt that it was not a taste in my heart.

"Here we are." In my thoughts, I didn't know when I reached the end of the stairs of the mountain road.

Fusheng gently lowered me and walked straight forward until I reached the edge of the cliff, and I couldn't help but shout, "Be careful! "After shouting, I can't wait to slap myself to death, he is the one who hurt Sister Meng Po, why should I worry about him, it's best to fall to death!

As if he hadn't heard, he continued to walk forward, until a stone fell under his feet and fell down the cliff, and he stopped.

I watched from the sidelines, and my heart was in my throat. I saw him sit down cross-legged, chanting the words that Sister Meng Po had sung in Naihe......